Son of this, daughter of that... It's been so long I don't really care, these people just don't give up, I've known every single one of their line but I just can't bring myself to care.

Each day it's a poisoned drink, I actually like the almond flavor of cyanide, I try to go for a walk and a couple of arrows pierce my cloak, my tailor must love me, I don't know what I did to these people but they keep yelling "YOU WILL NOT BE FORGIVEN!" as if I knew what happened to them.

Maybe it was an accident, I've had countless over my eternal life, maybe I was rude, maybe they just decided to stalk me and start pestering out of a sudden.

All I know it's that these people just won't quit, and it's honestly quite admirable, I've never had anyone hate me or even remember me for this long, I think I'm starting to like this; being remembered that is.